Summoning a soul not only consumes spiritual energy, but also involves exchanging the spiritual energy of my twenty years of lifespan. It is an unbearably painful process, and there is even a risk to life if one is not careful.
The older man stood beside me, assisting me and preventing any potential danger to my life.
Ranmo, sitting opposite me with her eyes lowered and closed, seemed a little excited: "Come on, your beloved lover is about to return!"
I was both amused and exasperated: "At a time like this, you still have the mind to joke around."
Ranmo suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me earnestly, saying, "Ahua and I have been together for seven hundred years. Although I understand the coldness and warmth of human relationships, I have never truly felt what the seven emotions and six desires are like. I want to truly cherish you, take care of you, and love you with all my heart..."
Hearing his words, I was slightly taken aback. It was the first time I had ever heard Ranmo speak to me with such sentimental words. But seeing him with Zhou Lang's face and speaking in Ranmo's easygoing tone, I had a momentary illusion that he was Zhou Lang.
But after he finished speaking, he shuddered: "Ugh, no, I should have said that, but it's too cheesy, I can't stand it, I can't stand it."
I rolled my eyes at him, and Ranmo obediently straightened his body and became solemn.
Before activating the formation, I glanced at Zhu Silang, who was bound to a wooden stake in the pavilion by the Soul-Locking Rope not far away. I saw that he was also staring at me menacingly.
Suddenly, I felt that as long as I saw Zhou Lang's face, no matter what he looked like, I would find him adorable, and I couldn't help but tilt my head and grin at him.
At this moment, his menacing gaze began to furrow, and he winked at me. I cast a look at him that was half cold, half strange and puzzled.
Seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, Ranmo opened one eye and glanced at me strangely, then glanced at Zhu Silang not far away out of the corner of her eye.
"Stop flirting and hurry up and summon the soul, lest we miss this auspicious time!" At this moment, the uncle suddenly broke the somewhat strange atmosphere between the three of us.
Hearing the uncle's reminder, I held my breath, concentrated, chanted incantations, set up the array, and activated the soul-summoning formation...
Recruiting souls is truly a painful thing. As soon as the formation started, my body felt like it was being pulled apart and my bones were being broken. A marrow-cleansing pain gradually invaded my body.
A growing sense of powerlessness intensified, and a splitting headache, as if about to explode, made my mind somewhat confused. My body began to tremble uncontrollably, and I felt as if I would die from exhaustion of spiritual energy at any moment.
But just as I was about to give up, I heard the uncle's reminder in my ear: "Hold your breath and concentrate, hold on, that kid's soul has come out! Recite the soul-merging technique I taught you one more time!"
I could also sense that the uncle was channeling spiritual energy into me from behind.
But at this crucial moment, I suddenly heard a loud crash not far away, and I opened my eyes abruptly.
At this moment, the Soul-Slaying Sword burst out of the door again, rushed straight to Zhu Silang, and cut the ropes binding him into pieces.
Almost instantly, Zhu Silang, wielding his longsword, slashed towards my direction with a whoosh.
Fortunately, the uncle leaped out in time to intercept him and said to me seriously, "Don't panic, uncle will hold off this wolf! You continue!"
However, without the uncle's help, I felt somewhat powerless. But looking at the celestial soul and parts of its divine consciousness and ghostly spirits, radiating golden light and standing before Zhou Lang with their eyes lowered and closed, I was only one step away from successfully merging our souls!
Success hinges on this moment. I held my breath and concentrated again, circulating the spell once more, finally sending a trembling beam of white spiritual energy forcefully towards Wen Heng's soul: "Merge!"
At my command, Wen Heng's soul was pushed into Zhou Lang's body.
But I felt like a withered tree that had been uprooted, with no spiritual support left. My chest began to heave, and a metallic taste rose in my throat. I spat it out with a "pfft!"
But when I saw Zhou Lang and Wen Heng's souls flash with golden light and merge together, I finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, it was a success!"
However, things weren't looking so good for the uncle. Zhu Silang's wisp of soul had somehow merged with the Soul-Slaying Sword, and the radiant Soul-Slaying Sword had circled and hovered above the uncle's head several times, but the uncle couldn't do anything about it.
Finally, taking advantage of the uncle's inattention, she shot a fierce sword aura at him, knocking him to the ground!
"Pfft!" The uncle clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Uncle, are you alright?" I asked anxiously.
The middle-aged man tried to stand up, but staggered and fell to the ground again: "Good lad, you actually know the Soul Sword Fusion Technique, using the spiritual power of the Soul-Slaying Sword to ambush me!"
At that moment, the long sword above his head suddenly changed direction and, carrying a sinister chill, stabbed straight toward me!
The uncle yelled at me, "Get out of the way! If you merge with the sword spirit, your soul will be annihilated!"
But at that moment, I lay helplessly on the ground, without even the strength to lift my hand, let alone move my body.
I could only watch helplessly as the sword, radiating a chilling killing intent, hurtled towards me at breakneck speed.
I looked at Zhou Lang, who sat quietly not far away with his eyes downcast and golden light flickering, with great reluctance: "It seems that I am doomed to die this time!"
But as I resignedly lowered my eyes and closed them, waiting for my death, the pain of the sword piercing me never came.
"Huh?" I opened my eyes in confusion.
To my astonishment, I found a handsome young man with a face like jade, flowing white hair, fluttering robes, and a sharp, resolute gaze standing before me...
His knuckles were white as he gripped the Soul-Slaying Blade tightly, which was less than an inch away from me and could pierce my head.
"Wen Heng..." I was absolutely certain that the person in front of me with that expression and gaze was Wen Heng!
The person in front of me seemed to be struggling to grip the sword blade, but when he heard me call him, he quickly flipped over and the hilt of the Soul-Slaying Sword was brought into his palm.
But the sword energy that burst forth from the blade struck me down again, and in the next instant, I lost consciousness and passed out...
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